Chapter 1112: Fors Gradually Understands Everything

The entire empty street became deep and secluded, dimming all at once.

It was clearly daytime, yet the bright sunlight vanished, or rather, was cut off, unable to shine directly down.

Only a tranquil night descended; an abyssal darkness, deep to the extreme, shrouded everything around, replacing the normal environment. And within this cold, profound darkness, bits and drops of dazzling starlight were scattered, presenting a dreamlike beauty, as if the night sky itself had fallen into the Human World, projecting onto this area, overlapping with and replacing the surroundings.

In front of the Blackthorn Security Company’s building—

“Mm…”

Dunn seemed to be bearing some kind of pressure and couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan. He held Saint Selena’s urn in his hands, his posture as straight as a pine.

Enduring pain that ordinary people could hardly withstand, he lifted the lid of the urn belonging to that once-legendary figure of the Church. That dreamlike starry night was like invisible ink splashing out of the box, effortlessly twisting the reality of this area, staining it with a deeply shadowed hue.

Saint Selena was a Saint of the Night Goddess Church during its founding period, active in the ancient Third Epoch, recorded in various holy scriptures. The local cathedral in Tingen was named after this Saint. The ashes she left behind were also the strongest trump card of the Night Church in Tingen, still possessing an inconceivable Power…

A centipede, even dead, does not stiffen easily; let alone a High Sequence powerhouse who had obtained Divinity while alive.

Moreover, strictly speaking, it was not the ashes themselves that possessed such miraculous Power—

It was because the Extraordinary characteristic that this Saint once held still remained, thus granting such Power. But precisely because this Power exceeded that limit and touched the level of the High Sequence, it had a chance of threatening the enemy on the opposite side, provoking both the mother and her offspring into simultaneous madness…

“You want to kill my child!”

“You want to kill my child!”

A sharp, spiteful soprano rang out. Meigaoosi seemed to have been triggered by something and became apparently deranged. In the air, there were faint hints of countless black, icy-cold, slippery filaments, surging in waves like the sea, like the dense tentacles of some invisible creature, tightly wrapping around her and pulling tighter and tighter.

Just like that projection of the starry night, these countless cold, slick tendrils were also one of the forms in which Saint Selena’s ashes manifested their Power, dragging Meigaoosi forward little by little, trying to pull her into the Blackthorn Security Company building.

Meigaoosi, of course, resisted this fiercely. She struggled desperately, screaming and hurling the most venomous curses.

She no longer had that pitiful, fragile-pregnant-woman appearance from before; instead, she transformed into an extremely hideous, Evil Ghost–like visage.

The flesh on her body turned into a blur; her skin peeled off, crimson spread across her dress, and this entire blood-drenched figure already looked terrifyingly gruesome. When her mouth nearly tore back to her ears and she spat out those abominable and blasphemous words, it pushed the psychological limits of ordinary people even further… A normal person couldn’t withstand even a single syllable, and those blasphemous words had clearly lethal effects on Extraordinary individuals as well.

Yet, as fate would have it, none of the Extraordinarys appearing on this battlefield were ordinary goods. Even the seemingly simplest and easiest to understand, Captain Dunn, was, while being a Sequence 7 Nightmare, already close to the level of Sequence 6 in terms of sheer strength due to absorbing multiple characteristics. On top of that, he held the Saint’s urn in his hands, equivalent to wielding a powerful magical item, granting him a very strong temporary amplification.

—As for Klein, nothing more needs to be said. He was the seed candidate chosen by the Celestial Venerable, the current master of the Source Castle, the future Mr. Fool, the great Master of the Washroom and God of Reporting… His protagonist Aura was absolutely, thoroughly switched on!

—Leonard was likewise not far behind. Although on the surface he was only a Sequence 8 “Midnight Poet” of the Night Path, in truth he carried his own golden finger as an alternative protagonist template. The “grandpa” parasitizing his body was an Angel of the Thief path. Even if he neither dared nor wished to show himself casually, it was still more than enough to protect Leonard.

—As for the last one, Fors, that salted-fish authoress needed even less introduction. Although she herself had no idea how immense the Spiritual Power currently infused into her was—after all, feats like tearing open space and traversing the Spirit Realm had all been carried out unconsciously, and she didn’t even know she had done them.

However, this did nothing to change the objective fact…

Even if only temporarily, she might well be the most capable fighter on the scene.

It was just that she herself truly knew nothing of this, and thus never even considered making use of that Power, still clinging to the mindset of a Sequence 9 “Apprentice,” instinctively scurrying far away the moment the chaotic battle Burst out, terrified of being accidentally caught in the crossfire.

“You must die!!”

Furiously clawing at her own face, tearing off the flesh and even one eye, the increasingly manic Meigaoosi realized she could not break free from the icy restraints of those countless tendrils. She instead turned that horrific visage toward Dunn at the front, glaring at him and opening her mouth to unleash a piercing, venomous curse.

Bang!!

A heavy dull thud rang out almost simultaneously. Dunn’s entire body suddenly soared into the air, as if struck by some invisible Giant, and like a rag doll he was slammed hard, back first, into the building’s wall, coughing up a large mouthful of fresh blood along the way.